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I always knew it was going to be hard living with a man.

Perhaps it was my experience living with Tony that had me prepared for this day, or it might have been living at the Shield base for a couple of months, but I could guarantee that Bucky was more complex and difficult to live with than any man I'd shared my life with before.

And it had only been ten hours since he'd taken me 'hostage'.

"Can I call it being held hostage if I've agreed to work with you?" I asked the solider as I spun on my heel and looked at him as he rifled through all his weapons.

"What?" he grumbled, looking up at me, those intense eyes of his made my heart flutter.

"Can I still be a hostage if I've agreed to help you?" He didn't answer, just looked at me as if I'd lost my mind. "I mean, technically, I wouldn't be helping you if I wasn't taken hostage, so therefore I'm still going to call myself a hostage."

"Call yourself whatever you want, but if you've not packed your bag within the hour I'll be dragging you out to the car with or without your clothes," Bucky said, turning his eyes back to the weapons, tucking them into little pockets of his rucksack.

He had one of those big rucksacks, the ones you see travelers wearing, ones that make them stand out as students on a gap year or tourists.

"Mate, I've got my bag packed, I've even got my duffle ready with all my tech and a few of those electrical weapon things we picked up," I told him, gesturing to the bags at the bottom of the bed.

He thought it was a good idea to book us into a motel for a few hours, so we could get organised.

"Don't call me mate," he said, rising from the table and making his way over. "We'll need to get a new car. Your friends know what this one looks like and I have no doubt they'll be tracking it."

"I know someone that can get us a car," I said, looking at him quickly before sliding out my phone and typing a quick message. "And a few other things."

"Can we trust them?"

God, he was all about this trusting shit. He really needed to know that it was hard to trust people nowadays, but Robbie would never betray me. Not after I kept him out of prison.

Yeah, I probably shouldn't mention that bit to Bucky.

"They won't even think about turning us in," I told him, grabbing my bags from the floor as Bucky threw his on his shoulder and grabbed the keys. What happened to leaving within the hour? "They owe me too much."

"Just know, I will kill anyone that gets in our way." From the way he said it, I knew he wasn't joking.

"That's not reassuring," I grumbled slipping past him to the car. I really didn't need Bucky leaving a trail of bodies behind us.

"This is a garage," Bucky said as I lead him into the busy body shop. I glanced at him quickly before turning to face a few of the younger guys in the garage. They were messing around with one car and I had a feeling that the black truck was going to be handed over to us.

"Hey baby," one of the guys called out to me as we passed them. I hadn't seen him before so I assumed he was new. I caught the eye of Scott behind him and saw that he was stopping the other guys from stopping the newbie. "You come to get your body checked over, yeah? I can give you a full check and a ride if you want?"

Scott was laughing now, and I knew that Kevin and Seg were creasing up too. I really did hope that Robbie wasn't letting the guys chat up every poor girl that walked into the shop.

I felt Bucky tense behind me and knew he was probably getting ready to hit the poor guy – if I had learned anything from the way he acted at the mall earlier, it was that he didn't like guys hitting on unsuspecting women. Before Bucky could do anything, a sharp, demanding voice called out through the shop.

"Koby!" the newbie spun around to look at Robbie, his eyes widening as he was caught chatting up a customer. "That's your boss, you wanker."

"Umm, err, sorry ma'am," Koby stuttered, his face burning as he turned away his tail between his legs as he joined Scott and the others.

I laughed before rushing up the stairs and throwing myself at Robbie. His chuckle vibrated through me as he pulled me into a bear hug, squeezing me tightly.

"Hey chick, you've not been around in a while," he said dropping me down and resting his hands on my shoulders. His eyes flicked over my shoulder no doubt landing on Bucky. I noticed the recognition in his eyes. "You in trouble?"

"We really need your help, Robbie," I said, giving him a cheeky smile as he rolled his eyes.

"Let me get this straight," Robbie said, leaning back in his chair as he looked at Bucky. "You're on the run from Captain America, and you're both fugitives, but he's technically kidnapped you so you're not a fugitive, but he is?"

Right, when he put it like that, I could understand the unsure and uneasy look he was giving us. I should have done a Bucky and just got straight to the point or bleeding pointed a gun at his head and order him to get me everything I wanted.

Only thing was, if I did that to Robbie, he'd crease up and be crying from his laughter. He thought I was like a mouse, barely scary and definitely not threatening.

"Yes."

"No."

I glared at Bucky when he gave the opposite reply to me. What was he playing at? I thought I already told him he kidnapped me or was he not listening?

"Don't listen to Buck, Robbie, he doesn't know what he's talking about," I said to Robbie as I fished for a piece of paper in my pocket. "I need you to get me these things and if possible, do it quickly and quietly." I slid the paper over to him and watched as a small smirk flirted across his lips.

"You've come to the right man, Red," Robbie said as he rose from his seat and walked over to the bookshelf in his office.

"Of course, I did. Why would I bother you if I knew you couldn't give me what I wanted?" I asked, following him as he pushed aside a few books to reveal a keypad and typed in a code.

"Would you go to anyone else? I'm wounded."

I rolled my eyes at him as the bookshelf opened up to reveal an elevator. I always got excited when I came to the garage. It made me feel like a spy when we went into the basement.

Of course, I was a spy for Shield, but this made me feel like James Bond.

"You're a child," Bucky mutter in my ear as he followed us into the elevator, his hand brushing along my back as he situated himself next to me. I could see the way he was eyeing Robbie and I knew he was still unsure of him.

There was classical music playing in the background, one of my favourites, Where Is My Mind by Maxence Cyrin. I couldn't help the smile that crossed my lips as I thought about the last time I was in an elevator with Bucky. Though, he had ended up making me blush with how close he had gotten.

"Welcome back, Ginger Snaps," Robbie said as the doors opened and our underground secret business was revealed. There were desks set up all over the place with high-tech computers dotted around. Of course, I knew what they were for, but Bucky looked lost.

"You got the new tech then? Did Tony ask you why I wanted them brought here?" I asked going over to one of the screens, ignoring the look of the guy sat at the desk. I ran my fingers over the screen and smiled when Frankie took control of the system. I knew she was in control of all the tech in the room.

"Nah, I don't think he really cares what you're up to, Sweetheart." Robbie made his way through the desk and over to a glassed-off office.

"Hey, you need to stop playing solitaire this bad," I said to the guy who was still dumbfounded. He gave me a slow nod with his mouth hanging open as I saluted him and rushed after Robbie.

"I need your photos if you want these done by tonight," Robbie said nodding over to photo booth in the corner of the office.

"You got all the details, right?" I asked him as I fiddled with my hair in the mirror making sure it was tied back. I almost chuckled out loud when I realized Bucky would have to do the same thing.

"Yeah, Harry and Ginny Edwards." He paused as he turned to me, his eyebrows raising. "I wonder where you got those names from?"

"Hey!" I snapped, resting my hands on my hips as I glared at him. I knew what he thought of my favourite Harry Potter couple. "Book Ginny was a total badass and her and Harry are the perfect couple. You need to read the books to understand my feels, you Muggle."

"What's a Muggle?" Bucky asked, interrupting what Robbie was about to say. I almost scoffed at him before I remembered who he was. There was no chance Hydra would ever let their precious Asset watch Harry Potter. I was going to change that.

"As soon as I get you alone, I'm going to improve your life," I told Bucky, give him a double thumbs up as I slid into the photo booth.

"Dude, I don't think she means sex," Robbie said to Bucky and I laughed at the mortified look on Bucky's face.

The new passports looked fantastic and I looked the detail Robbie had his crew put into them. While they were new, they looked slightly used and there were even a few stamps from around the world to help sell them.

The accompany ID's and birth certificates were also what I wanted, and I couldn't have been happier. There was a reason I hunted down Robbie when he was released from prison. Shield had wanted him as one of their own, but he had refused not wanting to be part of all that. Instead, I hired him and took on Shield as a client.

"This is good work," Bucky said holding up his passport as he leaned against the truck Robbie had given us. I looked at him surprised. It was the first time I had heard him compliment anyone.

"It's why he works for me," I told Bucky flashing him a smile as I flung my bags into the back seat of the truck.

It was what I loved about the truck. It had five seats and a large bed, and it had always been one of my dream cars. I had a feeling it was why Robbie had given it to us. Bucky's bags were already on the back seat and I noted a few weapons tucked around the interior easy for him to grab.

I shut the door and climbed into the front, looking over to Bucky as he joined me. He was still glancing at his new ID's and I wanted to know what he was thinking. Was this a lot for him to take in? Did he wish he'd gone back to Hydra and let them control him again? Did he regret taking me and trying to find out who he was? What was going on in his head?

"Where are we going first?" I asked, not asking him what I really wanted. Though, I was interested in where Bucky would have us going first. He'd got it into his head that we should start taking out Hydra one base at a time.

"Canada."

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